A Night Of Poker When It All Went Right

I played poker last night. Though I favor tournaments, this was a ‘live’ ring game. It was one of those magical evenings when I played well and was rewarded. There’s enough luck in poker that those two don’t always go together.

For any poker fans reading I was dealt two 7s from the small blind, had two callers to the flop which came 667. I checked my full house which led to a sizable bet from the next player. I wanted him to fold so I moved all-in.

He spent a long time thinking and talking. He thought he knew what I had, but he was totally off.

I still wanted him to fold. I’d be happy to collect what was in the pot without chancing a ‘suck out.’

Instead, he called. I flipped my cards over. “Shit,” was his only response.

Though I was a prohibitive favorite, it wasn’t a lock. If my math is right there was about a one in a thousand chance he’d catch the only two cards in the deck that would beat me. My pulse quickened and I held my breath.

I played for three hours. The difference between me winning or losing was just big two hands. Aside from those I basically played even.

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